AN: Sorry about the wait. School is my priority and I simply didn't have the time to write.
Amy POV
My eyes flutter open slowly. With my left hand I rub the sleep out of them. I had the most strangest dream I have ever had. It felt so real, but at the same time, it felt like a dream. It was like a limbo.
Someone stirred on the other side of the bed and yawed loudly. I turned my head and saw Stef on the other side of the bed. We must have fallen asleep while we watched the Vikings.
"I had the weirdest dream ever" I said watching her rub the sleep out of her eyes
"Me too" Stef replied as she tossed the blanket aside. She sat up in the bed as she rubbed her hand over her stomach "Gosh, I feel stuffed! What did we eat? No, better yet, how much did we eat?"
"My guess is we ate both packs of the gummy bears you brought" I said as I remember eating them while we watched the show
"I'm pretty sure I won't eat gummy bears anytime soon" Stef said and swung her legs over the side of the bed
"What was your dream out?" I asked when I sat up in the bed
"I'm not sure. It was so...strange" Stef stood up and tried to straighten her clothes a bit. They were all wrinkled up. When I looked to her, I even saw grass stain on her clothes. I thought it was weird, but I don't comment on it.
"Try me. I bet it won't be weirder than the dream I had" I said with a chuckle as I sat on the side of the bed
"It had something to do with the canvas in your-" Stef stopped in half I looked over my shoulder, I saw her staring at the wall, her hand held up, pointing to it
"What?" I ask looking over to the wall. I think something was missing from it, but I couldn't say what was it.
"Didn't you have that..." she trailed off and looked around the room, like looking for something
"What?" I asked again
"...Canvas. Of the hills. It was hung up right there" Stef walked to the wall and pointed to the empty wall
"Hmm" I push myself up and limp over to the wall, to get my crutches "Maybe it fell and Callie took it downstairs, so Cooper can repair the frame" I say the first thing that is on my mind
"So, what was your dream about again?" I ask walking up to Stef
"First, you wanted to have sex...real badly. Then, I got your canvas, because you thought it's colors were spinning together. It freaked you out. And then we tried to call the taxi, but neither one knew how. So you suggested that we walk to Cooper's place. You forgot to take your crutches and you were limping after me, slowly. When we got there, you banged on the doors for like 10 minutes and then used the peep-hole to-" I cut Stef off at this point
"-to see inside the apartment" I finish the sentence for her as I realized we have had the same exact dream
"How did you know that?" Stef looks to me perplexed
"We then headed to the school to see Lena, but on the way there we stoop at a Burger king spot and ordered 4 Big Macks, 4 big French Fries, big Coca-cola and-"
"-chicken nuggets for dessert" Stef finished for me this time
"Yes" I confirmed it. I think it freaked us both out.
We stared at one other for some good minute till I spoke up "Can that happen?" I ask completely baffled "Can people have the same dream?"
"I don't think that it's possible" Stef looked pretty freaked out about this occurrence
"Then how?" I ask even though I know she doesn't have the answer I was looking for
"Maybe it actually happened" Stef guessed
"We were here all of the time. We fell asleep while watching the Vikings" I nod back to the bed as I was sure, we had not left the room
"Then how come the laptop is here?" Stef put her hand on it, as she stood next to the desk
"Callie or Cooper moved it then when they found us asleep?"I replied, but it sounded like a question
"I'm a light sleeper. I haven't slept for more than 3 hours at a time since the shooting" Stef said and pointed to the clock on the nightstand "And it is…7:34PM" Stef's mouth dropped "Did we really slept for 8 hours?"
"That's not possible. I haven't slept for more than 4 at a time" I admitted and we once again stared at one another
I was thinking back to the time before, to the last thing that I remember that clearly, without a doubt, happened. I could tell by Stef's facial expression, she was doing the same thing. The wheels in her head were spinning. There has to be an explanation for all of this.
"Oh...my god" Stef stuttered out first "Do you remember that the brownies Callie made tasted weird?"
Once I nodded back we said at the same time, concluding "Pot-brownies!"
"Your daughter drugged us" Stef called out
"I'm going to kill her!" I turned and as fast as I could I stormed out of the bedroom to find her. I checked her room while Stef checked the bathroom. Then we both moved to downstairs.
We heard chatter coming from the living room. When we both made our way to the doorway, the chatter stopped slowly. Everyone was here. And everyone was looking at us. Callie though, was the only one who stood up once we entered. As my eyes traveled around the room, I spotted the canvas, that Stef spoke about. It was put down, by the end of the couch. It wasn't a dream. Everything we thought was a dream, actually happened. It happened when we were high.
"Callie. Quinn. Scott!" I place the crutches to the wall "I have to admit - you have guts!"
"Amy used full name!" Frankie says quietly to Lena when she pulled on her shirt "That's bad right?"
"Very bad! Full name is never good! Callie is big trouble!" Lena replied in a hushed voice
"What are you talking about?" Callie asked nervously
As I looked at her, her body language screamed – guilty. I saw her breathing change, she swallowed more often. Callie could no longer hold eye contact with me, she was picking her nails, droplets of sweat appeared on her forehead, time by time she bit her lip.
"Drugging cops" Stef said taking two steps inside the room "Not everyone would be brave enough to do it"
"W-why would I do that?" She asked first, but then changed her tactics dramatically by trying to throw Mariana under the bus "Maybe it was Mariana!" Callie was really desperate, if she started to point fingers
"Wow...thanks a lot!" Mariana called back sounding offended "Why me?"
"Jude and Frankie are too innocent. Jesus doesn't know how to bake. But B is too chubby and he would never be able to sneak in the house unseen" Callie justifies her answer
"Hey!" Brandon calls her out, while Jesus just laughs back. Jude was looking between me and Callie with big eyes, excited to see how this plays out for his sister.
Mariana shrugged back "I'm actually okay with that answer" She looked to her mom "Okay, I baked the pot-brownies"
"Don't you dare cover for her, Mr. Thing!" Stef said at once, giving her her daughter a stern look
"I tried" Mariana replied to Callie with a smile
"You have till I walk up to you to admit what you did!" I set the rules and take one step closer to her. Callie takes one step back again, showing me again, just how guilty she is.
"I didn't do anything! Technically, you took the brownies yourself!" Callie stuttered out nervously and added a nervous chuckle at the end
"Do I look like I am joking?" I asked her straight forward as I limped two steps closer to her
"Fine. Yes, it was me!" Callie admits it once her back hit the bookshelf
"Why?" I demand an answer
"You weren't really yourself after the shooting, so I figured I should do something about it. I thought I should make pot-brownies, because they are pretty much harmless. And I was right, you two had few carefree hours. You were once again happy and smiling, and you had fun!"
"One of us could have had a bad reaction to it. Possibly even allergic reaction" I tell her as I take another step closer to her
"Where did you even got the weed?" Stef asks sternly, demanding an answer in return
"I went to Gavin, my former foster brother, and bought the weed for him" Callie explains the next second
I stop in my tracks, close my eyes briefly and with my right hand I rub the nose of my bridge at my eye level "You went to Gavin? Your former foster brother who sells drugs...even though I very specifically have told you to never go looking for him"
"Yes" She replies barely above whisper. I had a feeling she was too scared to lie to me now.
"Go on" I encourage her to finish the story
"And...this morning I made pot-brownies, but forgot to put them away, because Mackenzie called me and I got distracted. I planned to give them to you when I would be home, you know, to watch you. I hadn't expected for you two to take them when I wasn't home" Callie says when I take one last step up to her. Now she was just hand reach away.
"Tell me what you did wrong" I wanted her to think about what she did wrong. It is one thing to tell her, but it is whole different thing when she has to list the things she did wrong. This way she actually thinks for herself, not just listens.
"Got weed" Callie says firstly in a hushed voice
"That's one" I cross my hands on my chest
"Brought the weed home...to a police officer's home"
"Our home would be good as well, but go on" I comment
"Used the weed to make pot-brownies, which you and Stef later on took. Which was bad, because you two are cops and...and no one else was here to watch you and make sure you don't hurt yourself or get...allergic reaction or something"
"I think you can name at least few more" I tell her and wait till she comes up with it
"Went to see Gavin behind your back. You have told me to never go look for him because even though he might be a good person, the people he hangs out with are not and they could hurt me or something bad could have happened with me, because he lives at a bad part of the city" Callie says after a moment in one long breath
"Good. Is there anything else?" I ask and give her time to think about it. After a while she shook her head. I looked over my shoulder to where Stef stood.
"What you did, Callie, is a felony. More than one actually. We could arrest you ourselves!" Stef added much to Callie's horror. Callie was keeping her eyes on me, afraid to look to Stef.
"Do you wanna take another ride with me to Juvie?" I ask her bluntly. I know it may seem to harsh, but she has to realize how bad this could have turned out. She needs to understand what could have been then worst case scenario.
"No" Callie's answer was just barely above whisper, she shook her head few times
"How much did you buy?"
"8 grams" Callie says scared
"You have a previous record Callie. Do you know what this means? You could- "
"Iknow, I messed up! I'm sorry" Callie blurred out interrupting me "I won't do it again. I promise!"
"Damn right you won't do it again" I state sternly
"I'm sorry, mom" Callie repeated with tears in her eyes "Please don't hate me!"
"I don't hate you Callie" my voice softens at once "I'm disappointed in your poor judgment! You need to think, before you act Callie! I love you, but I am disappointed in you!"
Callie doesn't say anything back, her head is down. She is staring at the floor between us. Afraid, ashamed and too guilty to look back at me.
"Hey! Look at me!" I say louder but she doesn't react. I place my right hand on the side of her neck. I move my thumb softly over the side of her cheek, till she looks up to me "I said I love you!"
"Love you too" Callie whispers back. Even though it has been years since the adoption, every now and then Callie still needed to be reassure that I am not going to send her away, that I still want her. She still fears that I could stop loving her, especially after she get's in trouble with me. But I had no problem reminding her that I will never give her up and that I will will always love her, no matter what.
"Never again, okay?" Callie nods back, before I take a one small step closer and pull her in a tight hug
Lena POV
Week later
I was in our room, folding the laundry, when Stef barged in, her phone in her hand. She looked super excited. I wasn't sure what she could be so excited about, but she was beaming of joy.
"Guess what!?" She said, barley able to contain the excitement
"What?" I ask placing the folded shirt away
"I signed Frankie up to a Kids Cooking Lessons!" She announced "It's tomorrow at 9!"
I screw up my face in confusion "W-why? She doesn't need to learn how to cook at age 5..."
"Oh, trust me...you will want to take her to his cooking lesson"
"Why?" I ask now getting slightly worried. Stef had this mischief look in her eyes. I haven't seen this kind of look in a long time
Stef beamed at me, but didn't say anything else about the kids cooking lesson "Come, we need to tell Frankie that! She will be so excited!" Stef tossed the phone on the bed and grabbed my hand, pulling me after her
"This is going to be so good!" Stef said as the three of us were walking inside the building where the kids cooking lessons took place. There were a lot of people in there. The kids age groups ranged from around Frankie's age up to what looked like 10 year old's.
"Hello!" A woman greeted us "Have you singed in?"
"Um, no, not yet" Stef replied and looked down to Frankie, who was holding on to her hand
"Name?" the woman asked kindly
"Adams Foster" Stef said while I kept looking around the hall to the other families
"Ah, so you must be Francesca" The woman read of the paper sheet as she looked down to our daughter
"Frankie" Frankie said back as she swung Stef's hand back and forth
"Well, Frankie...are you excited to learn how to cook?" the woman asked her
Frankie nodded her head back vigorously "I want to be as good as mama! My mama is excellent cook! Mommy says she is the best!" I smile at my daughters statement
"No doubt you will be even better than your mommy after few of these lessons" the woman smiled back at Frankie and then looked up to Stef and I "Frankie will have her lesson in room that is down that hall, second doors to left" The woman handed a name tag with Frankie's name on, that had to be put on her shirt. I crouched down Frankie's height and put the name tag to her shirt.
"Great, thank you!" Stef said before we walked away
We find our spot at one of the tables, that was set up, and then wait for our teacher. Even thought this activity was for Frankie, it was Stef who looked the most excited. And no matter how hard I tried to think of a reason, I couldn't come up with one.
Soon, every other table in the room was occupied by a family. The other doors, which were located at the other end of the room, opened. I am left speechless when I see Callie walk out in an apron around her and a white chef hat on her head.
"Told you, you would love this" Stef whispered to me, when she saw how surprised I was, seeing Callie here
Frankie turned around to look at me and Stef, when she recognized Callie. Stef nods back and shows her thumbs up.
"Hello, everyone!" Callie said as she looked around the room
"Hi Callieeeee!" Frankie called out as she couldn't contain the excitement, she was waving her hand at Callie very energetically. The other kids, that were all around Frankie's age, looked utterly confused.
Callie was taken by surprise was well. Apparently she hadn't excepted to see anyone she knew in this place. She waved back at Frankie and then her eyes traveled to us as well.
But the show must go on. Callie looked around the room once again "My name is Callie. And I am going to be your teacher today. You are all probably wondering what are we going to learn how to cook today. Are you excited guys?"
"Yeaahhhh!" All the kids called back at once
"We are going to learn how to bake-" Callie detained a pause to get the kids more excited "Brownies!" She called out excited
"Wooow!" The kids called out surprised
I turn to Stef, lean closer to her and whisper "Brownies?"
Stef whispers back to me "It's Amy's way of punishing Callie. She will be teaching here for 8 weeks, one week for every hour we were high"
"That's creative and very original" I whisper back, Stef nods back agreeing
Frankie's hand flew up. Callie saw her hand up and asked "Yes, Frankie? Do you have a question?"
"Are we going to make safe brownies or the one you made!?" Frankie asked while she still held up her hand. Stef and I had used the term safe brownies when Frankie had questions after that day.
Everyone looked to Callie at once. I assume most of the kids didn't understood the question, because they don't know what kind of brownies Callie had made. The other parents started to whisper to one another. Probably getting concerned.
"Safe brownies! There is no other kind!" Callie replied without a hesitation
A girl from the front asked "What kind did you make?"
"Oh, um…I tried an old, old recipe. They tasted real funny and bad. But today I will be teaching you how to bake safe brownies. 100% ...no, 120% they will taste amazing and it will be the best thing your parents will ever taste!" Few kids giggled out loud
One of the boys, who was at the table in front of us, was already covered in flour. But a girl at the table next to our, broke an egg as she was squeezing it hard between her hands. This place will be a mess afterward - I think to myself as I see how Frankie starts to taste everything that was placed on the table.
Callie clapped her hands "Okay, kids...let's start baking!"
AN2: So, I used a mix idea about the creative punishment. Thanks to BumbleBrie and the guest for the ideas! This is way better than what I had in mind, so a huge thank you to both of you! Also thank you to the guest, who suggested (a very long time ago) that I should write a story about pot-brownies!